Authors Note: I adore drabbles. Obviously. xDD This drabble is pretty much how I feel right now XDD. Reviews are love! (The sentences are pretty run-on-y, but sometimes that works for a story. I hope that works here xD)
Disclaimer: -snarky statement-
7. Simple
Twilight didn't mind quiet days, alone with her thoughts and curled up with her precious books. On those days she felt a bit nostalgic, as if she was back in Canterlot and the outside world was only white noise to her studying. Here in Ponyville, days full of silence and sleepy smiles came few and far between. She had grown accustomed to the loudness and excitement of her dear friends so Twilight learned to treasure these slow, unhurried times.
It wasn't as if Twilight disliked the way her friends were- not at all, she loved them dearly for what they had brought to her- but immersing herself in words and solitude was a feeling she sorely missed. There wasn't half as much time to immerse herself in inky words anymore, her life now had become a whirlwind of laughter and colors and voice, and she wouldn't have it any other way.
She loved this lazy feeling too, though, sprawled on the rug, a book open and the sun beating through the windows. Twilight felt perfect in this moment, her fur warm and her heart equally so, until she let her head droop on the soft carpet and a slow smile crept up her muzzle. It was all so simple and beautiful right now, and it felt as if everything was right in the world. There were no worries or anxious thoughts, just dust in the sun rays and the comforting buzz of insect wings.
Times like these were taken from the background of a fairytale, and one year, five years, a decade nopony would remember them, but for now that was far too complicated all that mattered was the thick, honey feeling comfortably coiling around her.